Damian’s POV

The dinner had started, the tension thick in the room.

Nathan sat across from me, his spine straight, eyes darting between me and his wife, as be still tried to maintain that smug smile, even a ten year old could tell it was fake.

Pathetic! I was going to enjoy slowly bringing him down to his knees.

Cecilia, his mother, sat comfortably next to him.

I invited her here, because I knew what most didmt. She was the real voice behind Nathan's little and petty ...